She was crying out every time I bottomed out.
She came first loud, messy, pussy pulsing around me and I kept going through it, chasing my own, not slowing down until I buried myself deep and filled her up.
I walked in and she was already on the couch, one leg up on the armrest, panties pulled to the side, two fingers working that pussy slow and deep.
Didn’t even look surprised when the door opened. Just smirked and kept going, making those wet sounds louder on purpose.
“Fuck… just like that,” she breathed. “Don’t stop. Use me.”
I flipped her over, pushed her face into the cushion, and went harder. One hand in her hair, the other gripping her hip, pounding into her until her legs started shaking.